Jennifer Sanfilippo Poet Ballad

Guitar Jones

The car pulled up and someone got out
 But it was not the person I'd been hearing about
 So I got back in the car and started down the road
 And I kept on searching for, Guitar Jones

 He really loved to rock, wanted to be a Stone
 But was called down to the Delta
 And it felt like he'd come home
 So I knew I was closer to finding, Guitar Jones

 Why am I looking, what is it for?
 But you know that feeling deep in your bones
 You gotta keep looking, gotta keep searching for
 Guitar Jones

 So the car keeps trucking on down the road
 Looking for the home of, Guitar Jones
 Well my tires went flat, then I ran out of gas
 I thought this is it, I'm down to my last

 So I pulled out my guitar, right beside the road
 And I started calling out to, Guitar Jones
 Where is he, how will I know?
 I just kept playing my guitar for, Guitar Jones

 Well it finally happened, I knew it in my bones
 You know it was right there
 Right there beside the road
 I finally found, Guitar Jones

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Lyric Man July 9, 2018 at 6:26 PM Hi Jennifer.. Another day, another airport. So how do I fight the long sit and wait? Your incredible write of course! You made my delay sing with your creativity!! Come see me if you get a chance.. I'm releasing a secret!